It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground-
You've heard of King Henry II And the story of how he got fond
Sam Small had retired from the Army, In the old Duke of Wellington's time,
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair
I spied John Mouldy in his celler,
Deep down twenty steps of stone;
It fell about the Martinmas time,
And a gay time it was then,
I stood one day by the breezy bay a-watching the ships go by,
When a tired tar said, with a shake of his head: "I wisht I could tell
(As Austin Dobson might have written it)
Their pail they must fill
I've told about the times that Ma can't find her pocketbook, And how we have to hustle round for it to help her look,
On a warm sunny day, in the midst of July, A lazy young pig lay stretched out in his sty,
Upon a time I had a Heart,
And it was bright and gay;
Alive without breath;
as cold as death;
It induces a sensation
Of irritation
"Valued companion of my expeditions,
Wanderings, and my street perambulations,
Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
I've learnt to wash in petrol tins, and shave myself in tea Whilst balancing the fragments of a mirror on my knee
Gather Kittens while you may,
Time brings only Sorrow;
I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd;
I Say it's All Gummidge and Twaddle;
Away by the haunts of the Yang-tse-boo,
Where the Yuletide runs cold gin,
In Animal House (by which title I call
A dwelling whose true name is not that at all)
Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;
I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it.
Right up into Bossy's eyes,
Looked the Daisy boldly,
(Advice to the Young)
My children, you should imitate
Let us go now and seek mushrooms
For supper. Stewed with milk
I think some spiteful fairy
My natal day did grace
The Swan of Avon died—the Swan
Of Sacramento'll soon be gone;
Father heard his Children scream,
So he threw them in the stream,
Baby in the cauldron fell, --
See the grief on Mother's brow;
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